Pursued by the School Hunk Childhood Friend and the Little Wolf Dog School Bully at the Same Time - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Then You Better Not Think About Regretting It

“Jiahe?”

“Jiahe.”

Qi Nanxun’s voice brought Fang Jiahe back to his senses, and he realized they had already arrived at the entrance of his home.

“What were you thinking about so deeply?”

Fang Jiahe shook his head and replied, “Nothing, just spaced out for a bit.”

Qi Nanxun asked, “Are you worried about how to face your stepmother? She should have moved in by now, right?”

Fang Jiahe twitched the corner of his mouth and nodded. “Yeah. If it weren’t for my dad’s birthday today, I really wouldn’t want to go home.”

Qi Nanxun comforted him, “Anyway, your father is already married. If you truly don’t want to see them, you can come stay at my place during the holidays.”

Only then did Fang Jiahe truly smile. “Alright, then I’ll really go live at your house. After all, I plan on clinging to you for a lifetime.”

Qi Nanxun pretended to be helpless. “Then I guess I have no choice but to let you cling.”

Fang Jiahe’s heart faltered slightly. He had deliberately added the word “lifetime.” Could Qi Nanxun really not understand the meaning behind that sentence? Accepting so easily—he was going to take it seriously.

“Then you better not think about regretting it.”

Qi Nanxun laughed, “Are you a dummy? When have I ever lied to you?”

Fang Jiahe looked up at the small pink crystal heart above Qi Nanxun’s head and gave a bitter smile.

In the long time they had been dating, Fang Jiahe often expressed his feelings to Qi Nanxun, saying he liked him or loved him. Although Qi Nanxun would always respond, his answers were always “Mhm,” “I know,” “Okay,” or something similar. He had never once responded with “I like you too” or “I feel the same as you.”

So, Qi Nanxun indeed had never lied to him, in any aspect.

Fang Jiahe’s home was a four-story villa. Inside the main entrance was a foyer, where a landscape-style decorative wall blocked the view of the interior. As he rounded the foyer and saw a young girl sitting on the living room sofa, he was a bit confused.

Sitting next to the young girl was the middle-aged woman who was his father’s first love, Ye Wei—his current stepmother.

Ye Wei looked up, saw that the person returning was Fang Jiahe, and quickly stood up with a smile. “Jiahe is back?”

Fang Jiahe gave a cold nod and went upstairs to his room.

Halfway there, the young girl also looked over in his direction. Fang Jiahe exchanged a glance with her.

When Ye Wei was young, she probably wasn’t bad-looking, and even now in middle age, she had a certain charm. He remembered they used to be just an ordinary family, so Ye Wei had maintained herself quite well.

But in Fang Jiahe’s heart, Ye Wei was completely incomparable to his deceased mother.

Fang Jiahe’s mother fell ill and passed away when he was ten. His father had never remarried since. Although his father’s company was very busy, he was very concerned about Fang Jiahe and would always make time to accompany him when free. Consequently, Fang Jiahe had always believed his father loved his mother deeply, and that it was because of his mother and the need to care for him that his father had no intention of remarrying.

It wasn’t until a year ago that he learned everything was not as he had imagined. His father loved him dearly, but he did not love his mother. His parents were merely a political marriage. Under the pressure of his grandparents, his father had compromised and married his mother. His father had always loved his first love, and after his mother died, he had remained in contact with her. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to remarry, but rather that the woman he wanted to marry was already married. It was only after his first love’s unhappy marriage ended in divorce that his father wanted to bring this woman into the house.

When his father confessed this to him and expressed his desire to remarry, Fang Jiahe’s first reaction was rage. He had a huge fight with his father, told him there was no way he would ever agree to the remarriage, and then slammed the door and left, living at school for two months without going home.

He felt it was unfair to his mother. His heart ached for his deceased mother. He wanted to hate his father, but he couldn’t truly do it. During that time, Fang Jiahe was in a lot of pain. He loved his father deeply, but he had also always loved his mother. He couldn’t accept the fact that his father had been deceiving him all along, and he felt overwhelming guilt toward his mother.

Even though Ye Wei currently appeared to be an understanding and virtuous wife, Fang Jiahe believed his mother was the true noble lady—erudite, dignified, and cultured.

In Fang Jiahe’s memory, his mother was an extremely gentle and considerate woman, very meticulous and caring toward both her husband and child.

Therefore, no matter what, he could not understand why his father didn’t love his mother, but instead remained obsessed with this first love.

Or is it that men simply cannot forget their first love?

During dinner, Fang Jiahe learned that the young girl was Ye Wei’s daughter, and she was the same age as him—Fang Jiahe was even three months younger than her.

Fang Jiahe felt the girl looked familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before, but he was certain that today was the first time he had met this woman.

Another thing that made Fang Jiahe feel uncomfortable was the girl’s name: Ye Nian’an.

And his father’s name was Fang Li’an.

He wasn’t sure if Ye Nian’an’s surname had been changed later, but the intent behind the name “Nian’an” was far too obvious.

His father and Ye Wei seemed to be singing praises of their own love to each other.

Then what about his mother, who had been tortured by illness until she was unrecognizable, and who was still worrying about her husband and son until the moment she died?

Fang Jiahe could not, under any circumstances, validate this so-called “deep affection” his father had for Ye Wei.

When he handed the prepared gift to his father, his fingers brushed against his father’s, and he saw two overlapping red crystal double-hearts appear over his father’s head. Simultaneously, the same hearts appeared over Ye Wei’s head.

After his father took the gift, Fang Jiahe quickly withdrew his hand. He felt a deep sense of bitterness.

This was also the reason why he had ultimately agreed to his father’s remarriage—because he knew his father and Ye Wei were truly in love.

His heart ached for his mother, but he also loved his father very much.

Even if he couldn’t accept Ye Wei, he couldn’t find the heart to stop his father from being with the person he loved. After all, his father had his own life to live.

Fang Jiahe could only bear the sadness and guilt toward his mother on his own.